I'll carry this burden always
#1
About midnightish 3+

She was numb as she walked back towards the den she shared with Giuseppe, she felt not the cold stone against her feet nor the cool air against her face, clutched to her breast was the tiny sick child she had birthed several hours before, wrapped up in a blanket that she carried were his three dead full and half siblings. No tears fell from the Zepar's eyes but inside she was screaming under the weight of her guilt and grief. Once again she had failed at saving her children and keeping them safe, once again they had died because of her. The tiny boy child at her chest made weak noises as he suckled, his breath coming with disturbing noises that she knew were not normal. Her lower lip trembled and her nose twitched as she held back her sadness until she could get inside.

The curtain door brushed aside with the lightest of touches and stepped into the comparatively warmer room with a sigh of unhappiness. On the bed Giuseppe lay, legs splayed and a hand flung over the side of the bed. In his sleep he looked extremely angelic almost like his brother of white who always looked angelic. She didn't want to wake him and be faced with the monster behind the eyes, to feel his anger at her for loosing his daughter and birthing him a weakened son. But before she could decide her son made the choice for her as he detached himself from her breast and made a loud pained squeaking noise.

With a sigh she sat down next to him on the bed, the blanket of dead pups placed lovingly beside of her and shook his shoulder with the pale hand that did not hold their newborn son, a sad frown fixed into place on her muzzle,

"Giuseppe, Giuseppe, wake up, there's something you have to see."
#2
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WC:300+


Dreams always knew how to make a person feel good. Within a dream a seemingly bad person could be a saint. As he gently snored the Trovato hybrid smiled through his steady drooling. In his dream he was back in Italy and he was in charge of the City. If he were to return now it was certain that he could instantly take hold of the reins due to his parents deaths. The thought filled him with glee. Never would anyone ask about Matteo Trovato, as his name would be forbidden. He could run things the way he pleased and everyone would bow at his feet as though he were royalty.


A squeak interrupted his dream, rousing him slightly with a grumpy grunt but quickly he settled back into his slumber. With the shaking of his shoulder the smaller man grumpily grumbled, “What?” in a sleepy voice. As Gemma’s voice assured him that he must awake he rolled onto his back and began to rub his eyes. He knew better than to ignore the woman as she was very close to her birthing date. However as he opened his eyes a wiggling blanket caught his attention. A smile flooded onto his face as a muddy face peeked around from under the material.


Sitting up he looked to Gemma, for once his emotions were of pure joy. He was a father! Her saddened expression caused his heart to speed and his senses to go on the alert. Terror hit him as he noted the bundle beside her. “Gemma…?” He whispered. From the smell he knew what lay hidden in the towel but he darn not look himself. How many had she lost? Silently he motioned for her to pass the wiggling pup to him for inspection. Was there something wrong with this one?




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#3
The woman's rapidy disappearing sanity was a fragile thing held on only by the thinnest of threads and the smallest glimmers of hope. As Giuseppe began to come to wakefullness she could feel small chips of that sanity being hammered away by the chisel and mallet that was her life, always she would be burdened with horror and sadness, haunted by that grief that poured through her veins. Watching the brown coydog's face first blossom into joy at the sight of his one living child only to then notice the ill state of him and the blanket filled with death and fall into despair only served to unravel her furthur, pulling at a chain that was as close to snapping as could be, the damaged and broken girl was holding on by her claws, only just.

Her name was whispered and at it's sound her overly large coyote ears pulled back flush against her head, melding with the fur there. She handed over the son that would not be with them for any great length of time, this she already knew. His heart beat too slowly and he didn't take enough breaths with every minute that passed for him to survive his first few days, he would be lucky to outlast the week. With nothing to holf now her hands were empty like the gaping wound inside of her heart, at least she knew Giuseppe would not put her through any more heartbreak, she could see from his face. She reached into the blanket besides her, careful not to reveal the black and white half growns that resembled his brother and were dwarfed by thier tiny grown cousins and half siblings. And out she pulled the brown girl, now as cold and still as the stone around them, her voice was choked as though someone had a dfeath grip upon her throat,

"She is yours too. I gave them names, all of them."
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WC:200+

OOC: This thread can also be closed unless you want to post again. I'll be putting Giu on NPC tonight and then you are welcome to PP him in your posts Smile


It was as though time had stopped, to give the two usually loud and fierce hybrids a moment to grieve. Feels swirled inside of the mix that he had never felt before. He felt loss. As small white hands passed the covered squeaking bundle the new father couldn’t help but feel in awe of the tiny body within. It was a boy, a son and would he have been strong enough to survive more than a week this boy would be the heir to the Trovato throne. Looking over the tiny body Giuseppe was unhopeful for the small thing. He was so tiny and fragile.


At the mention of a daughter he held back a saddened look, unable to allow his eyes to even look to the little girl he knew Gemma held. No he would not look. “This boy is alive. We should be thankful for him alone.” The words would quiet as he struggled to keep his voice even. He wanted the pain to go away, he wanted his son to live and for his daughter to have been given a chance. Gently placing the boy and his nest on the bed he rose to his feet and started to walk away. He needed time alone to get rid of this horrible feeling. “Tend to him, I'll be back soon.” He ordered as he left the den. Why did this have to happen to them?




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